My Waste Husband
Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Sylvia, who was originally happy, changed her mood when she saw Henry.

Oh, no, I forgot to tell him not to come back tonight! Oh, what should I do? In this way, if this girlreplaces out the truth, it will be awkward!

Sylvia got up from the dining table with a pale face and walked toward Henry.

Seeing Sylvia's pale face, Henry asked with concern, "President Lin, are you feeling okay?"

"No!" Sylvia whispered to Henry in a serious tone. "Also, don't call me President Lin. I told my friendthat you are an artist who met me at an exhibition. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Henry couldn't help but laugh.

"What's funny?" Sylvia's small hands pinched Henry's arm, and her beautiful big eyes showed astrong warning. "Don't laugh! Play along or you will be in trouble!"

"OK, OK!" Henry quickly let her go and gestured. "Sylvia, don't worry. I will never reveal myself!"

After hearing Henry's words, Sylvia looked much better, and at the same time, she also showed atouch of tenderness on her face, trying not to let her best friend see it.

Henry noticed Sylvia's lovely appearance and felt extremely satisfied. As long as she was a woman,she had vanity. Who didn't want her husband to be a prince charming? President Lin was noexception.

Just as she finished, the short-haired woman in the kitchen came out with a plate of exquisitepastries.

"Ah! This is Henry, right?" The woman put the cake on the table and walked towards him.

Henry, who was still grinning a second ago, changed his attitude at this moment. He straightenedhis back and took the initiative to reach out to his hand. "Hello, I am Henry. To be honest, you arethe most beautiful woman I have ever seen besides my wife."

Henry's words were so similar to a western gentleman's manners. He glanced at the short-hairedwoman and was sure that she was living abroad before coming back.

As expected, the short-haired woman was amused by Henry's words. She reached out and shookhands with him. "Mr. Zhang, you are really nice. My name is Milan, Sylvia's best friend."

"I often hear Sylvia talk about you." Henry just grabbed the second joint of the four fingers of Milan.

"Mr. Zhang, Sylvia said that you are good at art and proficient in the culture of various countries.Sure enough, your western etiquette is more standard than the nobility I have ever seen. Sit please,food will be ready in a minute."

After that, Milan turned around walked toward the kitchen leaving the fragrance scent behind her.

Henry and Sylvia sat at the dining table and looked at the confusion in the woman's eyes. Henrytook the initiative to explain, "I took part in this kind of training when I was a waiter in the Frenchrestaurant."

All the delicacies were served on the table by Milan. Henry had seen more than 20 kinds of rawConsort.

"I haven't eaten this for a long time," Henry said delightedly.

Sylvia sat next to Henry, looking adorable when she looked at the dishes, though Henry was notpaying attention to her.

In addition to the oyster, the dishes served by Milan, beef, and whole duck, were exquisite, whichmade all of them hungry.

"Mr. Zhang, I heard from Sylvia that you know a lot about French culture." After putting the wholeplate of duck on the table, Milan sat opposite Henry and Sylvia.

Sylvia looked at the food on the table. Compared with the dishes made by Milan, the Dish Saint'sFrench restaurant was too low. Milan's plating culture was more high-end. Henry was just a waiter,how could he get in touch with the plating culture? She was about to say that Henry was just a littleinvolved, but Henry was quicker.

"The French Pass is rich in variety. Look at these oysters in front of you. They should be freshspecially brought by Milan. After cooking, people can feel the charm of flavors on top. But also, theyhave an endless aftertaste, but it is not suitable for the first dish. Presumably, Milan wanted to testme when she brought this plate first."

Henry smiled and looked at the plate of beef. "The usual way is to mix beef with salt, pepper, andsauce. Occasionally, the egg will be mixed as well. However, Milan's method is to add three to fourquail eggs. The quail eggs here should be prepared to increase the taste. As for this duck, I think itshould be according to Sylvia's taste. Otherwise, there shouldn't be a duck in this combination."

As soon as Henry finished, he heard the applause from Milan.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Mr. Zhang, I have to admit that your understanding of French food is really profound as Sylviasaid."

"Miss Milan, you flatter me. I'm just a little familiar with it." he smiled slightly. He acted like agentleman.

Sylvia at the man beside her. Every movement of his was full of manners and every word he saidwas impeccable. She suspected that he wasn't just the spineless man she knew. If he wore a suitand appeared in a high-class place, everyone would think that he was a noble from the west!

As soon as Sylvia thought of this idea, she felt that her little hand under the table was surroundedby a warm encirclement. She looked at Henry, who winked at her as if to say, "How is it? I'm doingwell, right?"

Sylvia snorted, took out her little hand from Henry's hand, and grabbed the duck on the table.

Henry picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in mustard, and put it in his mouth. After three seconds,he began to chew.

Sitting opposite to Henry, Milan's movements were exactly the same as his. This was the moststandard way to eat, and the most delicious way. Milan especially paid attention to Henry's firstmove.

During the meal, Sylvia asked Milan to talk about some women's topics. While they were chattinghappily, Milan suddenly asked Henry, "Mr. Zhang, I heard from Sylvia that you two met in anexhibition?"

Sylvia's heart beat faster. She didn't expect that Milan would ask these questions. Henry was awaiter in a French restaurant. He knew something about French food and western etiquette, butwhat did he know about the art exhibition?

"Milan, do you want also to know his social security number?" Sylvia joked.

"Yes, that is exactly what I want to know, haha. I have to know how Henry managed to melt yourfrozen heart." Milan's eyes were full of curiosity. She looked at Henry Zhang as she said.

Sylvia reached out her greasy little hand and pulled Henry's arm. She winked at him at an invisibleangle and said, "Henry, ignore her."

"Miss, President, you are not lying to me, right?" Milan put on a confused look.

"Of course not!" Sylvia felt a little anxious. "We, we are..."